CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Maxwell headed back into the New Haven police department, bowing his head against the cutting wind as he rushed inside. He felt crushed by disappointment, and was starting to panic that they were all the way back where they had started in this investigation.
The only progress they had made was to rule out strong suspects who had proved to have unbreakable alibis.
He’d driven past the bar on his way back and had confirmed Henry had been there last night. Camera footage had confirmed him there for the stated time. He would not have been able to travel to the Taylors’ home and commit a murder.
Maxwell knew Fall had rushed off to check another theory, but he couldn’t think of any other personal angles to explore. Not until Mark’s phone was available, anyway.
That meant he
